our final task

Our final task is forgiveness
Our final utterance that of love
Hatred and darkness
Increase and multiply
Every act of selfishness,
Every murderous thought
Builds on a heap of ashes
That Covers each moth-eaten heart
Without our building
Without our sweat and blood
This heap of destruction grows
And consumes
Without my intent
Heaps of rage
Endless nothingness
Suffocate fragile hearts
And all I have left
On my final day
(Be that now
Be that yet to come)
Is my task of forgiveness
And utterance of love
That washes all the ashes
The moth-eaten hearts
And binds cracks and bruises
And echoes
Hope at last